We followed the famous channels, that bring water from North to South, have met the famous cleaners with their shovels and their pickaxes, and we finished next to one of the most beautiful waterfalls of the island. Four hours round trip is our contribution.

Back to the surf camp, the wind blow, as fast as I can, I pump my kite, unroll my lines, on the car park, and check how to launch from there.
There is a big dam, around 4 meters high with big rock under to break the wave. On the left there is a small pontoon, full of seaweed with a wave also breaking on it.
Wind is light, 15knots, downwind waves are pretty nice, and everything looks sketchy.

I am looking for a place to go on the water, watching for the sets, the wind, or where to put my feet. I quickly teach Camille to launch a kite; I put my harness, take a big breath, and go for it.

Everybody from the pub is now out, there are people on the Balcony, grandfathers would give heart to joy and do not care much about my success. Bets are open.
Camille is a bit wet, he launches my kite (thanks to him), the wind is pretty stable but light in 12.
I’m trying to get to the water by the pontoon, but it is too slippery, impossible to go on, or it will cause the hilarity of the pub.
I decided to go down some stairs and attack directly, throwing myself into the water.